Michael Holden Heartstopper Novels & Stories

Upon lifting my eyes to him, his lips just made its way to my lips. This is not the first time Parker made me feel this secured. This is not the first time his lips landed to mine and it gave me the same feeling I felt that day our lips met each other. The butterfly in my stomach, the abnormal throbbing of my heart and the sudden sweat my skin have been releasing. I think I finally found the answer. There's no reason to hide it anymore. This guy, named Parker Wingston is the same guy my heart is beating for. When our lips parted, both of our eyes were locked to each other. Parker smiled which caused me to make a soft chuckle.

he said, sounding like his throat was clogged. His phone pinged with a notification, and he immediately went to his messages. What he saw there horrified him and shook him to the core. For sure, it was Miranda and Davien, not having a care in the world and kissing like there was no tomorrow. Michael watched the short video repeatedly, refusing to believe it at first but after a few watches, the reality of the situation sunk in. And it made his heart constrict so painfully that he thought that he was dying.

Her lips were very close, soft and parted, waiting for an answer. “Elena,” he said, voice rough, “if I stop pretending… I won’t be able to stop anything else.” The air tightened. Her pulse fluttered against his wrist. “Then stop,” she whispered. “Just for tonight.” Thunder cracked above them. This time, neither of them flinched. Holden leaned in— But at the last second, he forced himself to halt, breath trembling against her mouth. “Elena,” he murmured, “I’m trying not to cross a line you might regret when the storm is over.”

I was a stand-in for Evelyn, a weak copy of the girl who broke his heart. Michael never really loved me. At least not like this. Never like this. As the last pieces of clothing fall away from us like rose petals, Hunter's hungry gaze warms me from head to toe as he pauses to appreciate every curve and angle of my body with his eyes and hands, caressing every valley and mound, massassing away my sadness and anger and fear. Underneath his attention my body becomes liquid, sinking into the covers in a satisfied puddle.

He grunted and encircled his knuckles into a fistful of balls as he stared a dagger at me, perspiration forming on his forehead. His Adam’s apple bobbled. “You’re violent and unapologetic! I’m glad I chose him over you.” I seethed before storming towards the bus. I found myself sitting at the back. I plugged on my earpod, playing music, trying not to let anyone say shit to me. My gaze got honed with Miles and Michael, they were in each other's arms. Miles was trying to kiss him, but it seemed Michael didn't even want to. The girl is so in love that she fails to realize that Michael never even regards her.

' He switched off the lamp and lay back. 'I feel so lame for hoping for something' Vivian thought. She turned her back towards him and he turned towards her. She could hear his breath on her neck and feel his heartbeat on her back. 'Kirito's heart,' She thought as she closed her eyes 'It beats for someone else, I know that. I know that I should not do this but, I can't listen to my heart. And my heart hates me' - To be continued

"So look at me right now." Avelyn did not expect that the prince of the school, Michael Phoenix, would spin her body in a single hard beat and make her body sway at once until she hit the man's chest hard. Then when Avelyn looked up, Michael's captivating smile had held her in silence. She is simply paralyzed by the charm of Michael which she has often underestimated because she has never really dealt with him. But now that he was hugging her with one hand and the other that she had deliberately tucked into the pocket of his trousers, Avelyn had to admit her defeat to his charm. “Ave! Hello... Avelyn Right? Are you daydreaming again?"

he says one hand going toward my face, touching my cheek, my eyes closed, my heart did a big skip. “I’m not thinking of anyone,” I lied, maybe I was, I’m not sure who I’m thinking of or not, maybe I am, but my head was all over the place. “Liar, you see Stella, I’m your wolf, you hold my soul, right here,” he says pointing to my heart, touching the point that hurts so badly. “Yeah, I’m holding it, I’m taking good care of it,” I say but I didn’t feel like I’m doing a great job holding his soul, I feel like I’m doing a terrible job.

she rolled her eyes. Why did my heart stop beating? "There he is. Hey babe, come over here. Look who I found" She waved to someone behind me. Shit.

And Calderón’s scent was blood and betrayal. She slid the picture back into the envelope, then hesitated. Shredding it would be safer. Cleaner. But destroying it wouldn’t erase the fact that someone had been close enough to take it… and close enough to find her. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She snatched it up, half-expecting a warning from one of her analysts. Instead, it was just a calendar reminder—dinner tomorrow night, same time, same place. With him. She set the phone down, exhaling slowly.